Loneliness is something I keep inside.
Never expressing it on the outside.
Attacking me when I'm at my lows.
Following me wherever I go.
Surrounded by love.
Yet, I feel emptyness in my soul.
Always keeping a smile.
Wondering if life is worthwhile.
Never sheddign tears.
Even in my memories.
And like the howling wolf.
I must carry on.
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